The date of this photograph is uncertain (and that given is a guess) but it seems reasonable to suppose that it was taken around the time that the station opened - in 1906. This is suggested by the condition of the road and pavement in contrast to the pristine appearance of the building. We would pleased to hear from anyone who can date it more confidently. The right-hand entrance and the existence of the butcher’s shop next door may be helpful pointers.

The building behind was for 4 flats for local officers, the upper floor of the station housed the Inspector. Later the front door of the station was moved to the left end.I was a Constable here, Sutton, Epsom and Wallington from 1959 to 1976 (Having been born in 1934 at Banstead and spent my first 18 years there)

My father was a policeman and we as a family lived in Flat 4. During the war, we were frequently blasted by the sound of the air raid siren which was built inside the roof above us. My mother, older brother and I all suffered impaired hearing from early middle-age and I often wonder if this was the reason! The flats backed on to open fields and all we had to do was to go up the garden path to reach the recreation ground. My brother, Dennis played for Banstead Cricket team when old enough and the famous Pratt brothers lived in the flat above. A few years back, the present constabulary at Banstead allowed me in to take some inside photos of what used to be our flat (now police offices). These was to be used in a "This is your life" we did for Dennis's 70th. The only thing I didn't like about my home was the address. Flat 4, Police Station was not a very romantic name compared with friends' addresses such as Harbourfield or Glenfield Road. I was embarrassed by children teasing me and asking if I had misbehaved and therefore lived in prison under supervision!

My father was a police officer and we lived in one of the ground floor flats until I was 6. I remember being allowed to go by myself to the butchers to buy mince! I lived there until 1964 when we moved to Lambert road. I remember the winter of 1963 and the park covered in deep snow for what seemed like ages.

How well I remember that police-station but more so in the 1940s when sandbags were piled up outside. My father, Charles Burgess, was also a policeman there (1937-1960), along with Mr Partridge and Mr Pratt.